"You must send Mr. Lennon back safely!"

Henry knocked on the car window and spoke sternly to the driver.

"Yes!"

The driver nodded, started the car, and slowly drove away.

Henry stood where he was until the car disappeared before hurrying home.

Old Madam Zackman was sitting on the couch.

Henry's wife and son accompanied him by staying beside him.

The beef stew was simmering in the kitchen, and the fragrance was beginning to waft everywhere.

It was the most regular atmosphere in a family, but it had not appeared in Henry's family for more than a year.

They were always in a bad mood because of Old Madam Zackman's illness.

Old Madam Zackman was in a wheelchair and had to be attended to day and night.

Later, Old Madam Zackman ate less and less until she even lost her appetite these two days.

No one knew how frustrated and helpless Henry had been.

Henry was filled with emotion when he saw this harmonious scene.

He was also more grateful to Sean.

"Old Madam, how did Mr. Lennon